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James_Potter · 09-11-2011, 08:39 PM

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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

Theodore had found a lone parasol and had gripped it tightly, ready to yank it off and complete the assignment, when he heard a distinct nasaly voice float his way. It sounded like yet another person was in peril. For Merlin's sake, today seemed like a soap opera. Turning, he noticed that it was that one new Ravenclaw, the one who sneezed everywhere and over-analyzed everything he saw and did. And he couldn't even keep his feet on the floor? Rushing over to help, Theodore left his mason jar by his quickly-decapped parasol. "I'm comi-!" FWOOP! Like a scene out of a muggle cartoon, Theodore tripped over something twig-like, but more substantial and smooth, and fell onto his hands, his nose touching the floor. "Oof," He sighed, in pain as he lay there for a moment. Only the cries of the ~~damsel~~ dude in distress spurred him to get up. Turning to see what he had tripped over, Theodore noticed a wand. Was it...?

Picking it up, he tossed it to the boy in need. Whether or not it belonged to him was irrelevant; they would need more than one person to conquer this swarm that swirled around the kid's head. "Stupefy on three!" He called. "One, two... three!"

A huge blast of light emitted from the end of his wand, knocking a few pixies to the wayside.

Wiping his brow with the back of his hand, Theodore scooped up his jar and the remaining parasol, tossing them into the cardboard box that was nearby. VICTORY. At least, somewhat.

William was utterly defenseless without his wand. He was too weak to try and physically harm the pixies, and so he resigned to just hanging in the air. What strange pleasure Pixies received by this, he did not know. Fortunately, the creepy Ravenclaw Prefect that Will had so unceremoniously crashed into during the start-of-term feast was nearby.
"Hey can you hel-" he stopped, for the seventh-year Prefect tripped over what, from that height, seemed like nothing. Will rolled his eyes. This guy was gonna save him? Well, he thought, it's better than no one helping him out. The Prefect threw his wand back up at him, and instantly Will pointed it up.
"STUPEFY!" he shouted. Even though his stunning spell was no where near as effective as the Prefect's, it was enough for the Pixies to relinquish him.

However, William was a good ten feet in the air, and it wasn't in the nature of a Pixie, especially when they've just been stunned, to lightly drop their victim to the ground. Instead, they instantly let go and Will fell ten feet down, down, down- CRASH!. He landed on. . . someone? Groaning, the first-year rolled over and tried to stand up. He was shaking, and there was a small cloud of dirt-dust that erupted from the impact. It took him a few moments before he realized that he had landed on the Prefect, and a small table of peppermint striped parasols.
"Oh no!" the first-year exclaimed. He moved forward to see if the prefect was alright, but the cloud of dirt affected his sinuses again, which forced him into another sneezing fit. He toppled over, once again, rubbing his itchy, red, watering eyes. Looking to his side, he noticed that from his fall, a couple of peppermint striped parasols had been hit, and one of them was decapped. He slowly stood up, picked up the last cap, and threw all three of his caps into the mason jar. He then proceeded to check on the Prefect.
"Are you alright?" he asked, poking the seventh-year.

09-11-2011, 08:39 PM	#744 (permalink)
James_Potter Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Colorado Posts: 15,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: William Atticus MacGhilliseathenaich-Dwinkendorf IV Second Year	James is my REAL name \| Pokah Face \| Scheming Marauder \| True Marauder \| Foster the People Quote: Originally Posted by princess ofhp Theodore had found a lone parasol and had gripped it tightly, ready to yank it off and complete the assignment, when he heard a distinct nasaly voice float his way. It sounded like yet another person was in peril. For Merlin's sake, today seemed like a soap opera. Turning, he noticed that it was that one new Ravenclaw, the one who sneezed everywhere and over-analyzed everything he saw and did. And he couldn't even keep his feet on the floor? Rushing over to help, Theodore left his mason jar by his quickly-decapped parasol. "I'm comi-!" FWOOP! Like a scene out of a muggle cartoon, Theodore tripped over something twig-like, but more substantial and smooth, and fell onto his hands, his nose touching the floor. "Oof," He sighed, in pain as he lay there for a moment. Only the cries of the ~~damsel~~ dude in distress spurred him to get up. Turning to see what he had tripped over, Theodore noticed a wand. Was it...? Picking it up, he tossed it to the boy in need. Whether or not it belonged to him was irrelevant; they would need more than one person to conquer this swarm that swirled around the kid's head. "Stupefy on three!" He called. "One, two... three!" A huge blast of light emitted from the end of his wand, knocking a few pixies to the wayside. Wiping his brow with the back of his hand, Theodore scooped up his jar and the remaining parasol, tossing them into the cardboard box that was nearby. VICTORY. At least, somewhat. William was utterly defenseless without his wand. He was too weak to try and physically harm the pixies, and so he resigned to just hanging in the air. What strange pleasure Pixies received by this, he did not know. Fortunately, the creepy Ravenclaw Prefect that Will had so unceremoniously crashed into during the start-of-term feast was nearby. "Hey can you hel-" he stopped, for the seventh-year Prefect tripped over what, from that height, seemed like nothing. Will rolled his eyes. This guy was gonna save him? Well, he thought, it's better than no one helping him out. The Prefect threw his wand back up at him, and instantly Will pointed it up. "STUPEFY!" he shouted. Even though his stunning spell was no where near as effective as the Prefect's, it was enough for the Pixies to relinquish him. However, William was a good ten feet in the air, and it wasn't in the nature of a Pixie, especially when they've just been stunned, to lightly drop their victim to the ground. Instead, they instantly let go and Will fell ten feet down, down, down- CRASH!. He landed on. . . someone? Groaning, the first-year rolled over and tried to stand up. He was shaking, and there was a small cloud of dirt-dust that erupted from the impact. It took him a few moments before he realized that he had landed on the Prefect, and a small table of peppermint striped parasols. "Oh no!" the first-year exclaimed. He moved forward to see if the prefect was alright, but the cloud of dirt affected his sinuses again, which forced him into another sneezing fit. He toppled over, once again, rubbing his itchy, red, watering eyes. Looking to his side, he noticed that from his fall, a couple of peppermint striped parasols had been hit, and one of them was decapped. He slowly stood up, picked up the last cap, and threw all three of his caps into the mason jar. He then proceeded to check on the Prefect. "Are you alright?" he asked, poking the seventh-year.